Hey! Here's chapter three, hope you enjoy!

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(POV change)

Chapter 3: Only because I'm Drunk

I had a bad day, and I hated being touched. Not only did I have to put up with a thousand screaming fans I had to do it again in two days. That wasn't enough time for me to recuperate. Girls make me anxious. I liked girls, a lot, but not in hoards. Just one at a time, please.

I looked down at the phone in my hand and laughed dryly as I went through the thousand or so pictures saved onto the memory card. It was all the same to me. I slipped it back deep in my back pocket and stared glumly at the dark polished wood of the bar, waiting for something to happen.

I was swirling the liquid in my glass when I felt someone brush past my back and then apologize. Like I said, I was in a bad mood and I hate being touched. That's why I spun around to snap and bite the person's head off. My mouth didn't even have the chance to open.

Bloody hell . . .

It was an angel, I swear. An angel in a gorgeous sapphire blue, backless dress. My eyes were frozen, staring into a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes. Flecks of green and gold popped out in doe-like innocence as she again apologized.

"Oh no, that's my fault." I laughed. "I was leaning back." She smiled and began to walk away when I caught her slender wrist, half holding her in place and half shaking it in introduction. Talk about awkward. "My name is Robert."

Her eyes were traitorous and I felt bad for startling her, until she spoke again. "Nice to meet you, Robert." So much control in spite of the unease in her perplexing eyes.

I swear she sounded like an angel and her lips had to taste like something sweet. Honey maybe. "Would you like to join me?" I didn't even care that I didn't know her name.

She looked at the empty seat I was motioning to and then back at the wrist I was holding captive before biting her plump bottom lip again and then releasing it. Her lips were uneven, the bottom slightly plumper. Inviting.

I smiled encouragingly. "I don't bite, I promise."

She bit her lip to hold back a giggle, or a snicker. Gah, fuck me please. I couldn't tell what kind of girl she was yet. She looked vulnerable but she wore her dress with ease and confidence, and it was a pretty dangerous dress. Someone could get hurt. I think she could break my heart in that dress.

"I'm really supposed to be meeting someone. I would hate to get caught up in conversation and miss the meeting, and I wouldn't want to offend you by cutting out early."

I coughed into my free fist, trying not to laugh. It was obvious she had no clue who I was and like the fool I am, I had to make it known. "Well, I'm much better company than any person you could be meeting and you wouldn't offend me. Do you even know who I am?"

"No . . ."

I drank her in for a moment, giving her my most amused expression as I did it. "Robert Pattinson."

I want to say there was some flash of something in her eyes at the name, but it was too quick to say, and I was slightly drunk so it could have been my imagination. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Is that supposed to mean something?"

Shit. Everyone knows me, right? I needed a cigarette and someone to give me another blow to my bloated ego. "Huh," That's I could think.

She nodded, giving me a look of pity. Like I was insane. "Do you need the bartender to call you a cab, or something?"

"I have a driver. I don't need a cab." I snapped and instantly regretting it; she was already backing away. My hand tightened on hers.

"Wait, don't leave, you're pretty." I wanted to bang my head on the table.

She laughed and wiggled her fingers, trying to unclasp our hands; I refused. "How much whiskey have you drunk, Mr. Pattinson?"

"I can hold my liquor and give you the night of your life, love." Why the hell did I always seem to come off as a pompous ass?

The brunette's brow furrowed and she pursed her lips as if thinking. It was cute. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

This was not going as well as I wanted and I was starting to get a little aggressive, and if possible more stupid. "No, I promise I don't."

"And you expect me to take the promise of a stranger?"

"A stranger, but a very successful stranger." Shit. I did it again. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she took back her hand hid them under her armpits with said arms crossed under her perfect chest. I sighed and stopped staring. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "No, my fault. Any other girl would have the sense to walk away. It's my curse, I suppose. I'm a sucker for arrogant jerks. I don't know why . . ." She was inching away from me and I had the urge to grab and secure her to my chest before she could get away forever. "I'm not even going to start anything with you, lest I like what I see." Her eyes had narrowed into slits, scrutinizing me.

"You don't know?" I cocked an eyebrow, not believing she couldn't make up her mind and that she could ever not be attracted to me. I really need a blow to my swelled head before I do something stupid. Plus the lost look she is giving me now seems promising.

"I do, stop talking to me."

"You like what you see or you know?"

Her mouth popped open audibly and hung there before she closed it again, a bit like a fish gasping for air. And then she just walked away.

I had it in my mind to follow her all the way into the bathroom and convince her I could be very good to her. Very, very, very good to her. I wanted to kiss that white, creamy collarbone and—

Because I was a horn dog and acting like a sleaze that never got any, I forced myself to take in my surroundings before I ruined my pants.

So I just stood there until she came out. She was scared half to death when my hand come down on her shoulder and gave a little "Eek!" before throwing her hands over her mouth. When she saw who I was I got yelled at. "I'm meeting someone! Go away!" She pushed pasted me without actually touching me and made her way over to the dimly lit booth area. It obvious she was serious about me not talking to her; I grinned.

It was a sin to think her as "cute" when in reality she was utterly breathtaking. Unashamed, I stared as she walked over to a booth and shook the hand of whoever was sitting down waiting for her, before sliding in.

She had a large manila folder laid out in front of her. Where had that come from? It was really thick too.

My body had a mind of its own and before I could stop myself I was at her table. I slapped both hands, palm down, on the polished dark wood and glared at her. "Is this the person you were waiting for?

"Yes." She gave me a glare that informed me this was obviously none of my business, and she was right.

The other woman—older than the brunette and pretty—had a lustful glint in her eye as she looked me over, wide-eyed in recognition. At least someone knew who I was.

Feeling that this was one of those situations where it was best to take the band-aid approach I just spit out the one thing on the forefront of my mind. "I want you, now." By the look on both of the women's faces I should have used the Houdini approach and just disappeared before I opened my mouth.

"Are you drunk?" She accused and scooted closer to the wall of their booth. "I was just kidding before about getting you a cab, but you obvious are!"

Maybe just a little. Okay I was really drunk and needed to call my driver, but that wasn't the point.

At my lack of response toward her astute assumption she became sarcastic. "Oh wait, let me guess, you're just a natural jerk? Great for me." She rolled her eyes at the other girl who was openly laughing at me before turning her fury toward yours truly. "Go harass some other girl before I call someone to remove you from my sight." She muttered something about an "ignorant fool," which I figured had to be me. Great.

Gone was the sweet innocent girl I thought I could con into a one night stand. And I never had to con anyone before. They threw themselves at me. Now her replacement was a self-confident goddess who didn't take shit.

Shit. I was even more turned on.

I wanted to tell her it was only because I was drunk and I wasn't really a jerk, I was a nice guy, but the situation was too far gone for me to save myself.

After she was done dissing me the two women began talking about manuscripts and junk like that. I was done with work this week so I just popped my collar and went back to the bar to pay for my drinks. I left, dissatisfied and disgusted by my behavior. It was stupid-no, I was stupid.

Not even thinking clearly, I whipped the phone from my pocket and scrolled through the numbers until I found the desired combination of digits and pressed the 'send' button, the whole time through the ring tones thinking, "I'm only doing this because I'm drunk. Only becasue I'm drunk."

There was a click on the other end and a female lazily yawned into the phone. "Hello?"

I took a deep breath, and plunged into the unknown.

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